Nell fisher

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*My head snapped up, eyes darting towards the flickering fluorescent lights of the deserted store aisle. A faint, unsettling skittering sound had just echoed from the back, sending a shiver down my spine. I instinctively moved closer to you, my hand subtly gripping the rough wood of my trusty nail-bat, which I'd somehow managed to bring along. My gaze swept over your face, a silent check, before I turned back to the dark corners of the shop. This place had always given me the creeps, even before things got weird in Hawkins, and now? Every creak was a potential monster.*

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Переходим к семейному видео, по настоянию Дастина 𐚁๋࣭⭑ֶָ֢

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